#colt canyon

[fancypantsrecords]

Various Artists - Game On NRW: The Sounds Compilation Vol. 2 | Medien Netzwerk NRW / Black Screen Records | 2022 | Black

[elmundotech]

Se anuncian los títulos de Xbox Games with Gold de diciembre 2022

Se anuncian los títulos de #Xbox #GameswithGold de #diciembre2022 - #elmundotech

Microsoft anunció los títulos de Xbox Games with Gold de diciembre 2022 que llegarán a su consola Xbox a partir de hoy. El primer juego que los suscriptores pueden comenzar a descargar es Colt Canyon, un juego de acción/RPG independiente pixelado en 2D del oeste con críticas muy positivas en Steam. Más adelante en el mes, los fanáticos verán Bladed Fury, un juego clásico de acción en 2D basado…

[xboxissues]

Xbox Live Games With Gold December 2022

[juneberrie]

dating steve randle ʚɞ headcanons

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🔧 ﾟ. steve randle x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ im coming out as a steeb handlebar lover ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.5k

warnings — ✦ mentions of rumbles

okay so im taking a page out of @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me's book and stating flat out that he's a simp <3

you could literally breathe and he be smiling at you with the happiest look on his face!!! because yk

thats his lover!!! his!!! partner!!! you love him!!

he lubs u so much

tbh i feel like he would call his s/o things like sugar, doll, angel, darlin, and squish

squish bc whenever he comes up to you he'll squish ur cheeks and then mwah 😽

i firmly believe that he would let you play with his hair

only u

he'd wash his hair first tho, he doesn't want ur hands all coated in grease🧍‍♀️

if you trace the swirls he has in it so carefully kept in place with grease? hes done for. just gently run ur fingers over them and he's melting like an ice cream dropped on the sidewalk

enough ab his hair tho lets talk about other stuff <3

i know for a fact that if you're dating steve you're also good friends with soda

if you dont like him or he doesn't like you, sorry steve suddenly lost all feeling toward u 🧌

anyways

so just imagine if u work at the dx with them, and ur working the register. u yell something back to steve and he js runs up like "yeah, sugar?" from the garage, grease and oil on his face but with a smile wide as the grand canyon i-

omg school with him would be so wild

he shows up, he has decent enough grades, but he's not ponyboy 🧍‍♀️

he'll sidle up to your locker and ask for answers to the homework thats now like 3 weeks late but he's jumping to give you the notes, the answers to the homework, the answer key that a teacher left lying on a desk

he has that "anything 4 u!!!" mentality

if soda is a colt then steve is a puppy <3 he's very energetic and hes like ur own personal cheerleader <3 hes always quick to tell you how proud he is of u and how much he loves you

he looooves vanilla milkshakes and will absolutely share a straw and a milkshake with his you at the dingo <3

and he'll kiss u right after and he tastes like vanilla and he gives u a little smile eeeee

hes either very very hyped after a rumble or he isnt

if they win, good luck trying to wrangle him (and probably soda too tbh) to sit down so u can patch him up

he keeps trying to kiss u and he just has this big ass grin on his face

right when he gets home he’ll scoop u up and just yell loud enough for all of tulsa to hear “WE WON!!! SUGAR, WE WON!!!”

cutie <3

oh but if they lose… uhmm

hes like silent. its scary. he's not all gung-ho like he usually is. he's pretty sad :(

but patch him up, give him a few kisses, tell him u love him and that ur still proud of him, and all is right in his world <3

[crossoverproductions]

Rap Battles of the Bizarre

Here's a remake of my old Weird Rap Battles post I made a while ago.

RAP BATTLES

Anna Nishikinomya Vs. Patrick Bateman (Shimoneta Vs. American Psycho)

Jigsaw Vs. Monokuma (Saw Vs. Danganronpa)

Junko Enoshima Vs. Handsome Jack (Danganronpa Vs. Borderlands)

Angel Gabby Vs. The Intruder (Angel Hare Vs. The Madela Catalogue)

Nicole Vs. Micheal Afton (Class of 09’ Vs. FNAF)

SMG4 Vs. CG5

Satou Matsuzaka Vs. Arthur Hasting (Happy Sugar Life. Vs. We Happy Few)

Natsuki Subaru Vs. Colt Vahn (Re: Zero Vs. Deathloop)

Michael J. Caboose Vs. Serial Designation N (Red vs. Blue Vs. Murder Drones)

Leonard Church AKA. Alpha Vs. Ruby Rose (Red vs. Blue Vs. RWBY)

Rainbow Dash Vs. The Scout (MLP Vs. TF2)

Phone Guy Vs. Wally Darling (FNAF Vs. Welcome Home)

The Riddler Vs. Light Yagami (DC Vs. Death Note)

Meat Canyon Vs. Junji Ito

Green Goblin Vs. Goblin Slayer (Marvel Comics Vs Goblin Slayer)

Jacket Vs. The Punisher (Hotline Miami Vs. Marvel Comics)

Hannibal Lecter Vs. Karin (Silence of the Lambs Vs. Cooking Companions)

Alastor Vs. Rias Gremory (Hazbin Hotel Vs. High School DxD)

Celestia Vs. Ra (MLP Vs. Egyptian Mythology)

MAD Vs. Robot Chicken

Mr. Burns Vs. Mr. Beast (The Simpsons Vs. Youtube)

James Gunn Vs. Vivziepop

Trevor Henderson Vs. Okayado

Himiko Toga Vs. The Spy (BNHA Vs. TF2)

Barbie Vs. Emmett (The Barbie Movie Vs. The Lego Movie)

The Ghostbusters Vs. Mystery Inc. (Ghostbusters Vs. Scooby-Doo)

Adam Vs. Adam (Hazbin Hotel Vs. Record of Ragnarok)

Red Hood Vs. Alucard (DC Comics Vs. Hellsing)

Asia Argento Vs. The Medic (High School DxD Vs. Team Fortress 2)

Loud Forger Vs. Austin Powers (Spy X Family Vs. Austin Powers)

Issei Hyoudou Vs. Henry Stein (High School DxD Vs. Bendy)

Donald Trump Vs. Kokichi Oma (Real Life Vs. Danganronpa)

[theblackphoenixwritings]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟽 - ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs: ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ?

-ᴍᴀʀɪᴜs/ᴀᴍᴀᴅᴇᴏ -ᴀᴜ/ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟸

The trail led further and further into the canyon. As the sun began to set on the horizon Marius noticed, that up ahead someone had stopped in a recess of the rock. He dismounted from his horse and led Wise by the reins, to the small encampment, the traces of a fire and the scraps of a frugal meal were still visible. It was clear that someone had stopped there. Even clearer that the person in question was his Daniel, considering the unmistakable canine footprints, and the shape of the hooves, strong on the ground, a hard hoof, like that of Daniel's mustang. Marius removed his hat, running his hand through his long blond hair, stared, then, at Wise, who snorted in response.

"Damn...I missed it by half an hour at most," Marius mumbled, staring at the sky above him that was changing from light blue to dark blue. Considering that that canyon was the perfect place for an ambush, and that there was not much chance of survival if attacked from above, Marius considered moving on.

It was foolish of him to cling to the idea that he would make it out of the canyon before morning, but he could look for a more protected, and hidden, place. He climbed swiftly and with a single, fluid movement onto Wise, who resumed his march, spurred on by Marius, at a trot. A small cloud of dust followed their path, as the moon grew more fearless in the sky.

"Do you hear me?" shouted, at one point impatiently Marius feeling like an idiot. And he was, for a thousand reasons that was a really bad idea in such a place.

"Damn it," Marius repeated through clenched teeth. No response and the path deserted. He could only go on.

Marius had to thank his long experience as a sheriff, and his instincts, which led him to stop his horse a couple of hours later.

Before what looked like the outlet to a larger opening in the canyon. Something was wrong, and this was clear to him from the straight hairs on his arms, and the cold sweat on his forehead. Wise recoiled, another bad sign; his horse was strong and had followed him through many adventures and battles. This sudden nervousness of his,Marius remembered seeing him only in the face of impending and deadly danger. The thought was quick and the body even more so in executing the dismount from the horse, Marius aqquatted himself, leading Wise, behind a large boulder, with a caress on his muscular neck, he made it clear to his fellow adventurer to wait for him there. He took the winchester, from the leather pouch on the horse's back, checked that it was loaded, and did the same with the Colt Navy in the holster at his side, and following the path of the fallen rocks close to the one behind which he had hidden the horse, proceeded to the opening. It was at once a pleasure and a disappointment to find that his instincts were always in top form. There was a group of men, near some burning fires, strangely there was no smell of food or horses. Just silent, somber men. Marius, he could not shake that feeling of danger. There was something extremely wrong with that scene before him. Another confirmation was not long in coming the moment when by the light of the fire,boys were dragged into the midst of the group of men.

Marius pulled the small binoculars out of his saddlebag. He could see that those boys were not only emancipated but frightened, the long shadows on their white faces, and their eyes glassy with terror, the men around them were also extremely pale, but their eyes had a strange light and Marius could swear, a color that did not exist among humans. One of the men raised his hand to grab one of the boys, Marius' stomach twisted, were those claws? But it was not possible for a man to have such hands. Before Marius could recover from that thought, that hand ripped into the flesh of one of the boys and the five men pounced on him. Marius, he had seen endless unspeakable horrors during his service as sheriff, but never anything like this. He vomited. And when he returned with his eyes on the scene three of the four boys lay, the barred-eyed corpses dull against the living fire that burned in the night. Those were not men. And if they had been, they no longer remembered what it meant to be one.

The last boy stepped back toward the fire, his hair, a color Marius had never seen, was illuminated by the fire. They were red, but not a light red, like the one Marius knew well, for his best friend had them that color. It was a rich, iridescent red that looked almost like the color of the other boys' blood against the barren earth. Marius thought of nothing else at that moment except that no more innocent blood should be shed that night. He slinged the winchester and five shots rang out in the canyon, in that silence they were like a rumble of thunder. The bodies slumped, and Marius ran toward the boy; when he was almost beside him, he clearly saw him shake his head.

"It's okay," Marius whispered as he approached, but he realized late that the terror in the boy's eyes was not for him. At that moment turning around, he managed to avoid the claws, which would have mauled him. Backing away, Marius, stared dumbfounded at the man in front of him from whose forehead, copious amounts of blood was leaking from the perfect bullet hole Marius had just shot him.

Before he could even think, the other figures lying on the ground began to move. He felt something clinging to his duster, it was the dark red-haired boy, instinctively Marius pushed him behind him to protect him, but the boy grabbed his sleeve and at the same moment as the creature attacked again, the boy handed him a flaming wood. The creature's deep, creepy laughter made Marius shudder-how could he fight that thing? How with a flaming wood?

The creature laughed again, Marius could not see the blow, which came straight at him and threw him to the ground, only his stubbornness made him stay anchored to that flaming log. He understood that the creature was playing with him, as the cat does with the mouse, enjoying himself and savoring the moment of an inevitable end, the death of Marius. In an instant Daniel's smile and his violet eyes flashed past him, he could not give himself away, and an even darker fear enveloped him, what had happened to Daniel? Had he met those creatures? Had Marius arrived late?

No, he would have sensed it, he was sure, if Daniel had died, but was he safe? Or was he also in the hands of these creatures?

His thoughts suddenly cleared at the indescribable, heartbreaking sound of screams that sounded human but were not. Rising Marius saw the red-haired boy running toward him pursued by the flaming figure of two of the monsters. Their arms stretchedforward, their bones already compromised by fire, fell to the ground continuing their litany of screams. A moment later, where there were bodies before there was now only ash that was slowly worn away by the night wind. The other creature turned toward them and blew an ancestral growl burst from its chest, and leaned toward them, fiercely, Marius realized that this was an opportunity. There is nothing more foolish than believing oneself invincible or unassailable. Marius did not move, he stood to shelter the red-haired boy, and the creature's momentum, its mad rush, Marius used it to their advantage, at the last moment the flaming stick was used as a shield. The creature's momentum could not be restrained, and the result was that it was enveloped in flames and followed the same fate as the other two creatures. Marius stared in horror and amazement at the creature dissolving into the desert sand.

He picked up the flaming stick, ready to continue the fight, but the other two creatures had disappeared into thin air. Marius let go of the stick and turned to stare at the boy, who looked at him with his big dark eyes. Marius took off his duster and slowly with extreme gentleness wrapped the boy in it.

" Thank you, for teaching me about fire. What is your name?"

The boy stared at him, Marius noticed the blood under his nails the scratches on his face his thinness and the bruises on his body, the boy did not answer but threw himself into his arms. He was exhausted and wounded.Marius took him in his arms, whistled, and Wise came trotting in at once. The boy laid his head on Marius' chest with a sigh.

" Protected, kind, good....." muttered the boy weakly and then fell asleep.

Marius took a blanket from the bag attached to Wise's back and wrapped the boy in it. It was damn cold that desert at night. The boy would not have survived without care, and without rest. Marius stared at the clearing sky; dawn was near.

"Okay, I have to go back and reach the tribe of Teskhamen." He was the only one who could help and heal the boy. It would take another day's march to reach the place where the tribe resided.

" Maybe Daniel stopped by. I just hope he's okay." Marius had no choice; he could not risk the boy's death; he had to get him to safety.

With determination, he turned Wise toward the road they had traveled to get there. The boy safe in his arms, Marius followed the path back to the tribe that resided not far from there, of which Teskhamen was the leader, and the healer.

[midnightkens]

For a one word prompt: Deer

~gk<3

Colt grips the steering wheel so tightly that it creaks under his grip. Ken gives him a soft smile and rubs his shoulder. It's Thanksgiving, and Colt's mother somehow talked him into coming to Seattle for the holiday. They decided to make a road trip out of it, though as they got closer to Washington, Colt insisted on driving.

"You've never driven in snow," Colt says firmly. "It's slippery and dangerous and...It's just better if I do it."

Ken could have figured it out. He's a good driver. But he knows Colt, and knows what he needs. Driving provides a distraction from the anxiety. Ken's only met Julie once, and frankly, that had been enough, but Colt needs support. His mother, stepfather, and younger half-siblings can be intense. Colt's a pro at handling intensity under normal circumstances, but his family brings out a side of him that he keeps hidden from the world.

Colt claims that his family of origin doesn't bother him. Ken sees the fear, though. It's the way his posture stiffens, the way his eyes go blank. Ken's seen that look in the mirror far too many times.

They're in a rural part of the state. Some part of Ken admits that maybe Colt was right - the snowy terrains are nothing like the canyons and mountains of California. Even when they slide on black ice, Colt doesn't panic.

"See why I wanted to drive?" Ken's eyes are closed, but he feels Colt's smirk and huffs. "I was riiiiiight."

"A right pain in my ass," Ken mutters. He opens his eyes and straightens up. Despite his nerves, he has to admit that the scenery is beautiful. They're surrounded by trees cloaked in snow. It reminds him of something out of those Hallmark movies Barbie pretends not to like. It's serene.

"Aw, look!" Colt points to something ahead of him, and Ken's eyes widen in delight. In front of them is a family of deer, a mama guiding her babies safely to shelter. Ken's only seen them in movies. The mama eyes the car like she's sizing them up before crossing the road.

Ken pulls out his phone and snaps a few photos. "They're so cute!" One of the babies skids a bit on the ice, but quickly rights herself, and Ken grins. "Like something out of a movie."

When Ken turns his head, he notices Colt staring at him fondly. "What?"

"I'm just happy you're here," Colt says. His voice is so soft that Ken has to lean in to hear him. "I don't think I could do this without you."

Ken takes Colt's hand and lifts it to his lips, planting a feather-light kiss on his knuckles. "Anything for you, honey."

[illuminopseudonymous]

Every Brawl Stars character as songs: the damage dealers

Feel free to leave feedback, and I may edit this post to better reflect each character.

8-BIT: "Pac-Man Fever"

Carl: "Diggy Diggy Hole"

Chester: "The World Revolving" from Deltarune

Chuck: "Tickets, Please" from The Henry Stickmin Collection

Colette: "Every Breath You Take"

Colt: "Shoot to Thrill"

Eve: "Mean Green Mother from Outer Space"

Lola: "It's Hard to Be Humble"

Nita: "The Bare Necessities"

Pearl: "Sweet Sweet Canyon" from Mario Kart 8

R-T: "Eye in the Sky"

Rico: "Pass the Biscuits, Mirandy"

Shelly: "Big Iron"

Spike: "Floral Fury" from Cuphead

Surge: "Rules of Nature" from Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance

Tara: Cardfight: Vanguard theme

[famousnerdtragedy]

Outlaws' Embrace: The Untold Story of Elizabeth and Johnny

1993 Tombstone movie fanfiction

The sun hung low over the arid plains of Tombstone, casting long shadows across the dust-choked streets. The Earp brothers—Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan—were legends in their own right, feared by outlaws and respected by lawmen. But there was a secret they guarded fiercely: their half-sister, Elizabeth Earp.

Elizabeth was a striking beauty, her black hair flowing like a midnight river, her honey-colored eyes holding secrets deeper than the canyons. She had the same grit as her brothers, the same fire burning in her veins. But she was different—a wild spirit that defied the rigid rules of the West.

Doc Holliday, the consumptive gambler and gunslinger, was smitten with Elizabeth. He’d watch her from the shadows of the saloon, nursing his whiskey and tracing the rim of his silver cup. Doc was a man of death, but Elizabeth was life—a paradox that both fascinated and terrified him.

Wyatt, the marshal with a steely gaze, noticed the glances exchanged between Doc and Elizabeth. He’d seen too much bloodshed, too many lives cut short. He wanted to protect her, keep her away from the darkness that clung to men like Doc. But Elizabeth was no damsel; she could handle herself.

Virgil, the quiet deputy with a hawk’s eye, was torn. He knew Doc’s demons intimately—the coughing fits that wracked his frail frame, the ghosts that haunted his whiskey-soaked dreams. But he also saw the way Elizabeth’s laughter could pierce the silence, how her touch could soothe even the deepest wounds.

And then there was Johnny Ringo—the outlaw with ice in his veins. He rode into town like a storm, his black hat pulled low over his eyes. Johnny was a man of few words, but his gaze lingered on Elizabeth. He saw the fire in her, the untamed spirit that matched his own.

Elizabeth fell for Johnny—the outlaw who rode the edge of darkness. Their love was a tempest, fierce and consuming. They’d steal kisses in the moonlight, whisper promises against the howling wind. But Wyatt and Doc were relentless—they’d seen too many women lost to the West, too many graves dug by their own hands.

One night, as the stars blinked to life, Elizabeth and Johnny made a pact. They’d fake their deaths, vanish into the desert like shadows. Wyatt and Doc would mourn, rage, but they’d let her go. Elizabeth kissed her brothers’ foreheads, whispered secrets in their ears. She left her hat on Wyatt’s bed, her Colt Peacemaker on Doc’s nightstand.

The morning after, the town woke to the news: Elizabeth Earp and Johnny Ringo were dead. Wyatt’s eyes were hard, his jaw clenched. Doc’s coughs echoed through the empty saloon. But they never found the bodies—only hoofprints leading into the sunrise.

Elizabeth and Johnny rode together, their horses kicking up dust. They settled in a hidden canyon, where the wind whispered forgotten tales. Elizabeth wore Johnny’s black hat, her eyes scanning the horizon. She’d left her old life behind—the brothers who loved her, the gambler who haunted her dreams.

But sometimes, when the moon hung low, Elizabeth would trace the scar on her palm—the one Doc had given her during a drunken brawl. She’d wonder if Wyatt still wore her hat, if Doc still whispered her name in the dark. And Johnny would pull her close, kiss away her doubts.

The West was a graveyard of dreams, a place where legends were born and buried. Elizabeth and Johnny became one—a gunslinger and an outlaw, riding the edge of eternity. And somewhere, in the heart of Tombstone, Wyatt and Doc would raise their glasses to the memory of the half-sister they’d lost.

[charredhare]

RATE THE DESKTOP. (WOULD HAVE SPOTIFY AND DISCORD IF MY LAPTOP WASN'T AN ASSHOLE AND WOULD ACTUALLY DOWNLOAD THEM.)

IT FEELS SILLY TO HAVE A RED DEAD THEMED... JUST COMPUTER IN GENERAL BECAUSE MY DESKTOP, LOCK SCREEN, AND GOOGLE BACKGROUND THING ARE ALL RED DEAD BUT I DON'T EVEN HAVE RDR2 INSTALLED. I'M MAINLY A CONSOLE GAMER I PLAY IT ON MY PS4 (AND RDR1 ON THE PS3) TRUST. MY LAPTOP ALSO CAN'T RUN GAMES WELL AND ONLY RUNS COLT CANYON AND PAPERS, PLEASE FINE BECAUSE THEY AREN'T REALLY DEMANDING, BOTH 2D PIXEL ART SHIT.

WHY AM I EXPLAINING MYSELF.

[elmundotech]

Xbox Games with Gold December 2022 titles announced

#Xbox #GamesWithGold #December2022 titles announced - #ColtCanyon #BladedFury #videogames #elmundotech

Microsoft announced the Xbox Games with Gold December 2022 titles coming to your Xbox console starting today. The first game subscribers can start downloading is Colt Canyon, a 2D pixelated indie action/RPG Western game with very positive reviews on Steam. Later in the month, fans will see Bladed Fury, a classic 2D action game based on Chinese mythology also with very positive reviews on…

[multiplicity-positivity]

hey not og anon but was wondering for some name help? currently go by rory, but wanting to try out some other names. names i've considered include chris, calum, finlay. i like nature and helping people and use he/him pronouns. thanks in advance!!

- rory (he/him)

Hiya Rory! We’d love to offer some name suggestions :3 you mentioned you like a few names with “C” sounds and nature and use he/him pronouns so here are some masc names we’d like to suggest!!

A few C names:

Cameron, Cade, Canyon, Carter, Casey, Collin, Colt/Colton, Corey (though we get that sounds a lot like Rory hehe), Cove, Crow

A few F names just in case:

Fern, Felix, Fernando, Finn, Francis, Frank/Franklin, Forest/Forrest, Fox, Fisher

And some nature names (excluding C and F names)!

River, Glenn, Ash, Rowan, Alder, Arbor, Reed, Stone, Briar, Wolf, Robin, Hawk, Heath, Scout, Moss

We hope this helps get you started! If you want some more suggestions or would like us to do some name/pronoun tryouts, just let us know! >w<

[speedlimit15]

my phone has been lost all day and my ringer is on silent but i hvaent left the house so i know its here and nobody needs me for anything so i just dont care. maybe ill look for it tomorrow. its been really nice actually jay and i spent most of the day playing a fun little couch co op game called colt canyon and now were watching supernatural again

[msftsn]

THE RYDER FIVE .

in the sun-baked deserts of arizona and new mexico, the ryder 5 carved their name into the annals of outlaw history. these outlaws were no ordinary gang; they were the stuff of legend. together, the ryder 5 rode the devil’s herd—robbing banks, waylaying stagecoaches, and laughing in the face of the law.

their exploits echoed through canyons and whispered across campfires, immortalizing them as legends of the wild west, now, decades past the time of outlaws and the wild west the ryder five remain; not as gun - wielding outlaws but as the people "behind the scenes".

THE LEADER : buck ryder.

the enigmatic leader of the ryder five, buck ryder was a man of few words but swift action. his sun-weathered face bore the scars of countless gunfights, and his eyes held secrets deeper than the canyons. buck's code was simple: loyalty to the gang above all else. he rode with a purpose — to defy authority, protect the downtrodden, and leave his mark on the rugged landscape.

nowadays he remains as enigmatic as ever, only sharing with his fellow outlaws the story of his immortality, however a few decades ago he's founded his own company which skyrocketed well beyond his own belief, causing buck to become one of the richest people in the world. ironic, as he distributes his wealth to help those less fortunate, much like he would have done during the golden age of outlaws.

THE RIGHT HAND : mikhail "butch" fedotovskih

born in the heart of moscow, mikhail fled the tumult of the russian revolution, seeking refuge in the vast american west. his accent was thick, his eyes haunted by memories of st. petersburg’s snow-covered streets. but beneath that stoic exterior lay a fierce determination. butch earned his nickname for his no-nonsense approach to outlaw life. he didn’t waste words; he let his colt speak for him. mikhail’s loyalty to the gang was unwavering.

now, his accent remains, the only reminder of the gangs golden years as he travels in the name of buck; still his unwaveringly loyal right hand, taking over the duty of representing his closest comrade in arms. he remains a unwavering figure; except now his fight with the law is about the unfair treatment law enforcement has against specific groups.

THE HEART AND SOUL : evelyn "bailey" kayne

evelyn was the fastest draw west of the mississippi. her silver-streaked hair matched the gleam in her eyes when she faced down lawmen. she had a soft spot for lost causes—a wounded mustang, a stolen locket, or a desperate farmer. but cross her, and you’d find yourself staring down the barrel of her colt. she was as deadly as she was beautiful. her sharpshooting skills were unmatched, and her fiery spirit kept the gang on its toes. she rode alongside buck and butch as a founding member, and one of the core five, her silver hair fluttering in the wind as they galloped toward infamy.

remaining one of the core members evelyn has taken her immortality to run several dozens of shelters for women across the world; though together with the other core five members she also runs several humanitarian operations as well as several sancutaries for animals (and several hidden sanctuaries for endangered creatures of myth and legend).

THE NATURALIST : "beau"

beau was the tracker, the one who could read the desert like a well-worn map. his sun-kissed skin bore tattoos, each marking a life saved or a debt owed. his laugh echoed through campfires, and his loyalty to the gang was unbreakable. but when the moon was high, he’d slip away to commune with the spirits of the land. he was a force of nature. his lightning-fast draw made him feared by lawmen and respected by fellow outlaws. while his true name remained a mystery, he learnt to love being beau.

nowadays his endeavours are focused on protecting and preserving nature and wildlife, running multiple sanctuaries and actively going against poachers. he remains in close contact with the core five after having gained immortality and is in charge of most of the sanctuaries (of which he shares responsibilities with evelyn as butch and buck tend to simply fund their operations).

THE DOCTOR : scarlett "bonnie" o'donnell

scarlett was the wildcard of the gang. with fiery red hair and a penchant for mischief, she could charm a rattlesnake out of its den. her weapon of choice? a pearl-handled revolver, engraved with delicate roses. but don’t be fooled—those roses concealed deadly thorns. also working as the gangs resident doctor, her medicine bag filled with herbs and ancient wisdom. her eyes held the vastness of the prairie sky, and her touch could mend bones and hearts alike.

nowadays with the funding of buck she runs several non - profit hospitals while also funding education in the medical field for women to give them a chance to learn; especially in countries where they might be discouraged.

[crossoverproductions]

Some Dumb Rap Battle Ideas that will Never Happen

Satou Matsuzaka Vs Arthur Hasting (Happy Sugar Life Vs We Happy Few)

Panty Anarchy Vs Angel Dust (PASWG Vs Hazbin Hotel)

Ayano Vs Patrick Bateman (Yandere Simulator Vs American Psycho)

Deadpool Vs Alucard (MARVEL Vs Hellsing Ultimate Abridged)

Rainbow Dash Vs The Scout (MLP Vs TF2)

The Riddler Vs Light Yagami (DC Vs Death Note)

Sans Vs Batter (Undertale Vs OFF)

Aqua Vs Ms. Chalice (Konosuba Vs Cuphead)

Rias Gremory Vs Charlie Morningstar (High School DxD Vs Hazbin Hotel)

Alastor Vs Caine (Hazbin Hotel Vs The Amazing Digital Circus)

Bendy Vs Peacock (Bendy Vs Skullgirls)

Caboose Vs N (RVB Vs Murder Drones)

Homelander Vs Flare Jioral (The Boys Vs Redo of Healer)

Spamton Vs Vanir (Deltarune Vs Konosuba)

Midas Vs Nami (Fortnite Vs One Piece)

Natsuki Subaru Vs Colt Vahn (Re:Zero Vs Deathloop)

Trevor Henderson Vs Okayado 

Candle Cove Vs Mortimer’s Handeemen (Candle Cove Vs Hello Puppets)

Hannibal Lecter Vs Karin (Silence of the Lambs Vs Cooking Companions)

Billy Butcher Vs Eren Jaeger (The Boys Vs Attack on Titan)

The Joker Vs Hisoka (DC Vs Hunter X Hunter)

Sammy Lawerence Vs Misa Amane (Bendy Vs Death Note)

Skull Kid Vs The Collector (Zelda Vs The Owl House)

Randy Marsh Vs Hugh Neutron (South Park Vs Jimmy Neutron)

Enderman Vs Windigo

Phone Guy Vs Info Chan (FNAF Vs Yandere Simulator)

Meat Canyon Vs Junji Ito

Saul Goodman Vs Phoenix Wright (Breaking Bad Vs Ace Attorney)

Revy Vs Guts (Black Lagoon Vs Berserk)

John Wick Vs Agent 47 (Hitman Vs John Wick)

Green Goblin Vs Goblin Slayer (MARVEL Vs Goblin Slayer)

Kazuma Satou Vs Kazuma Kiryu (Konosuba Vs Like a Dragon)

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[theblackphoenixwritings]

𝘋𝘢𝘺 6 - 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴: 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

-𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴/𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭 -𝘈𝘜/𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯

He had set out on the journalist's trail; he was too angry to call him anything else in the moment. When he had returned to town a few days earlier, it had been for him and reminded him, that his job as sheriff was also this. Protecting the town of Cripple Creek was his duty, but it had also become inseparable from his heart: the love of his life was there.Too bad the love of his life was a curious and proud reporter who couldn't stay out of trouble. The sheriff, still remembered the first time he had mirrored himself in Daniel's purple eyes.It was an evening like many before that moment when tired and thirsty he headed for the saloon.

The town of Cripple Creek was modest but had all the comfort , the saloon with a hotel, a stable, the government building, the only stone building, a miscellaneous store, the jail and sheriff's office, the railroad line, the church was still under construction, while unfailingly and always open next door was the gravedigger's. That evening the saloon had hosted a song and dance show. The indefatigable pianist, had recently resumed his seat, when the sheriff entered. The usual faces, some better than others, the usual wooden planks and flayed chairs. The counter in the center with Colt planted behind it, intent on polishing a goblet, his ruddy face with a large mustache inspired sympathy and goodness. The sheriff continued toward the counter, exchanging nods of greeting here and there. He leaned against the counter quietly, the star on his chest shone in the light of the oil lamps. Colt stared at him and set a glass in front of him:

"Whiskey, Sheriff Marius, the usual "sighed Colt as he poured the rich, dark liquid into the glass.

It was at that moment that from underneath his hat Marius saw that a young man, with disheveled ash-colored hair and incredible violet eyes, was sitting next to him. They stared at each other, and when the boy opened his mouth, Marius preceded him:

"It seems to me that you've had enough for tonight, of alcohol, boy."

The purple eyes stared at him dark and almost hurt.

"But if you want, I'll buy you food-and water."

The purple eyes stared at him but amused, that smile spread to his lips. And Marius thought, that they were indeed beautiful lips, and then cursed himself.

It was thus, more or less, that their love affair began. To this day Marius did not know exactly what had haunted Daniel for so long as to emancipate him and make him an alcoholic. Marius had struggled against those shadows that haunted him-and also against his dependencies. Love is enough but sometimes it requires you to be firm and steadfast, even if you are afraid for those you love. It had been two years now since that night, and Marius had stood by Daniel's side, had supported him with patience and steadfastness, pulling him out of his addiction, and Daniel had traded with joy, and pain even, that addiction in order to be able to fully experience the love he felt for Marius. His demons still hunted him, and there were nights when Marius was awakened by Daniel's screams, being dragged in his dreams to those shadowy parts of his soul. But although Daniel cried silently, as if he did not know how to apologize for those nights of terror, Marius got up to make coffee for both of them. They would sit together on the porch of their house, the one they shared, and look at the stars, until Daniel fell asleep again on Marius' shoulder with a smile, and Marius carried him inside.

Now Daniel was gone and Marius was on his trail.

His horse, Wise, an appaloosa, faithful and fast, black with the back marked by a large white patch, which then dispersed back into the black coat, stopped as he raised his ears. Marius turned his attention ahead, a huge, high canyon was silently warmed by the sun, few shrubs and many stones. A bad place to be, especially alone. The tracks of Daniel's horse were obvious and continued in that direction. Marius cursed. How had he thought of venturing alone to such a place? Taking Lucky, their devoted dog, with him as well, the tracks obvious on the barren ground. "Daniel I swear you won't just blink and apologize this time. Not even a thousand kisses will be enough for you," Marius murmured between his teeth. Wise moved his head up and down and Marius stroked his sweat-slick neck. Sometimes Daniel was impulsive and did not listen to reason; his heart was firm in always seeking the truth even the most uncomfortable.

Sometimes Marius could not find a way to cope with that indomitable spirit of his, and God was his witness, had more than once tested his patience. Sometimes simply in confronting each other they would find a compromise. Sometimes that compromise was long hours of passion. Sometimes minutes of silence before one of them did something to move the other.

"I should not have told him about the band of outlaws exterminating everything around the town, even less should I have told him about my suspicions that they are using the natives as cover."

Daniel was a journalist, but he was driven by pure and true interest not only in stories but also in justice. Daniel was indebted to the natives; they had saved him from certain death. He knew them, had spent time with them, knew their traditions, the various tribes, even some of the words, and had come to appreciate their way of loving the land and all life. He wanted to defend them, wanted to show everyone the truth. In those last few weeks too much had been said about punitive expeditions, and revenge. Marius had always managed to calm tempers, which were often provoked by the largest landowner in the area. The simple minds of those people did not see beyond the promises of protection and the accusations made to the bloodthirsty savages,how he call them, that the man did. The truth was much simpler and scarier; less Indians, more land for him and the other ranchers.

Marius sighed, then with a simple low whistle spurred Wise to continue on the trail.

He would find Daniel and bring him home, safe, or die trying.